I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mr. Long took her hand and pushed open the door.

The inside looks more beautiful than the outside, every place seems strange, and there seems to be traces of their lives.

"This is Lingtian."

... Madam can plant some spiritual plants here instead of re-cultivating them so hard every time.

"This is a sunny yard."

…There is still a large recliner in it, and the wheelchair before is not thrown away. If the lady wants to, she can enjoy the sun in the yard with the dragon.

"This is a much larger room than before."

...The warm jade bed is also much larger than the previous one, and the curtain has been replaced with a new one, a big red one, which is very festive.

"This is my study room. Going forward is the alchemy room."

A certain dragon glanced at Mu Wanwan slightly, and saw that she had a natural look, and quietly curled her lips. Long would not admit that he designed it like this because he wanted to practice with his wife in the future.

He looked away, walking happily, like a big boy showing off his treasures like a shy, proud and beloved girl.

Mu Wanwan allowed him to pull himself, from the steps paved by the door, where the seams of the stones were cleaned up, and walked briskly all the way through the entire "new home."

Every corner is very diligent. Even the corners where the line of sight occasionally sweeps are not very boring, dotted with some unknown flowers and plants, and even some delicately designed corners are dotted with golden and shining gems.

It's Mr. Long's taste.

After watching it for a long time, it turned out to be pretty good.

This is a fairy tale castle he gave her.

"This is Mengyu's room." Mr. Long took her, walked two steps into the wedding room studded with big red brocade and scattered gems, and opened a small door.

Mu Wanwan fell into silence facing the pink decorations in the room, watching Mr. Long put the cuteness of an egg in the middle of the bed, "I set up a formation, this room is full of spiritual power, and the temperature is also high. very suitable."

He blinked a little shyly, called her softly, and looked at her narrowly, "Madam... there is another one next to him."

This is already a very straightforward hint to Long.

Mu Wanwan also understood, she blushed a little, and said vaguely, "Hmm..."

"Can I use it in the future?" Mr. Long bit his lower lip, took her hand, and asked seriously.

Mu Wanwan: "...Yes, it should be."

He leaned forward and kissed her on her side. His lips rubbed against her ears, with a tingling touch, "Long...waiting for Madam."

Mu Wanwan's ears were a little hot, and he was a little surprised that he rarely took the initiative today, "Hmm..."

Mr. Long chuckled lightly and put the person in his arms.

Mu Wanwan did not resist either, and hugged his waist.

They have nothing to fear or worry now.

...

With the one you love, time will pass quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it has already reached the first two days of the wedding.

Mu Wanwan originally thought that they would hold a marriage ceremony on the island, but she was still wondering why Jiu Qing had agreed that they would come and hadn't come yet. She also wanted Jiu Qing to help her take a look at the wedding suits that Mr. Long bought. Which one is better.

Mu Wanwan had trouble facing a room specially vacated by a dragon for his clothes and jewelry. When asked about the dragon, he said that they were all beautiful. Mu Wanwan struggled for a long time, and finally fell asleep in a sleepy manner.

When she woke up the next day, she was surprised to find that she was no longer home on the island.

"Wake up?" Mr. Long was half lying on the bed, his clothes untidy, and he tilted his head to look at her.

Mu Wanwan was taken aback, got up from his arms and looked at the slightly familiar room with a little surprise, "This is the capital city?"

"Yeah." Mr. Long sat up, his thin clothes couldn't hide his beautiful muscle lines, "Tomorrow will be a big wedding."

With a smile full of his eyes, he didn't know if he was nervous, and said a lot of words next to her.

After listening to his explanation, Mu Wanwan realized that Mr. Long was still a dragon who wanted to show off.

The place was chosen in the newly built capital city, and the process was complicated from one game to another, and Mu Wanwan was a little dizzy.

In fact, after the end of the war, Mr. Long discussed with her and said that he would take over the power of the dragon clan for the time being, and when everything stabilized, he would no longer continue to be the leader and lead her around the mainland.

Mu Wanwan has no objection to this. What she wants has always been simple, she wants a life without the pressure of death, she wants to work hard to become stronger, she wants to live longer, she wants to be with him. .

As for those powers and positions, she didn't think it mattered whether she had them or not.

"Tomorrow is the day of the wedding." Mr. Long rarely said a lot. In fact, he has been in bed with her for so long. In the eyes of people outside, he has done everything in the past two years!

But in fact it has not yet, and he is also looking forward to it, "Today is going to parade."

Mu Wanwan nodded, she was okay, she was a little worried, but she was not as abnormal as Long.

Mu Wanwan simply put on his clothes and washed them, before being pulled by Mr. Long and put on a heavy dress...

A red suit that looks pretty good.

She originally wanted to ask why she didn't find a maid to help, but when she thought about it, she knew that Mr. Long was unwilling to be close to others, even the maid.

He didn't know when he learned the thrush, standing beside her, applying makeup little by little.

Mu Wanwan was tickled by him, but let him do it. His hands were steady, and the final result was not bad.

She looked at herself with long eyelashes and red lips in the mirror, and was very satisfied with her husband's craftsmanship.

but……

Mu Wanwan glanced over the rouge on the table, stood up, and pressed a dragon on the chair. In his doubtful sight, a touch of red on his fingertips, rubbed it on his cheeks.

Mr. Long didn't expect that she would suddenly be like this, a little bit dull, with curled and curled eyelashes curled, pink lips pressed, and a bright red on her cheeks, making him more and more handsome.

Down, is his nice neck and a gorgeous red bridegroom suit.

It turned out to be even better than her bride who was about to visit her.

Mu Wanwan was a little dumbfounded.

Mr. Long's fingers lit up and wiped it on his cheek, and the red trace was gone.

He pulled Mu Wanwan, who was smiling happily, and hugged her up, "Jiu Qing, they are waiting outside."

Mu Wanwan clasped his neck subconsciously, a little surprised, "When did they come?"

Mr. Long rubbed her cheek, "The day before yesterday."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Came here the day before yesterday. How could this dragon be so embarrassed to make people wait for so long.

"It doesn't matter, I said you are resting so tired." Mr. Long explained solemnly.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Yes, she practiced a bit fiercely the day before yesterday, and she was really tired to rest, but it is easy for people to misunderstand what Mr. Long said!

Sure enough, when Mu Wanwan was held by Mr. Long, he met Jiu Qing's teasing gaze standing in front of the door.

Today, Jiu Qing was wearing a lavender dress. Seeing her being held out, he immediately cast a "you know" look at her. The little princess's beauty in the world made Muwan bend her head.

After the electricity arrived, I was very embarrassed.

She glanced at Mr. Long complainingly, but found that Long looked at her with a more aggrieved look.

He didn't seem to care how many people around him looked at them, he just said to her, "I'm better-looking than Jiuqin."

He is not loud, but everyone can hear him clearly.

Jiu Qing: "..."

Standing next to Jiu Qing, Wujin looked evil, and finally came to replace Uncle Chen: "..."

He had heard that the Dragon King had treated the little princess as a rival in love, but he didn't believe it, but now he believed it, but he was a little unhappy when he saw Jiu Qing and Mu Wanwan stuck together.

When Jiu Qing insisted on saving Mu Wanwan, he was a little unhappy.

Although he didn't show it.

Jiu Qing sighed helplessly, without arguing, clapped his hands, and two spirit horses appeared in front of them.

First round the city, then take the Pearl of the Deep Sea, and finally take off a trace of thunder in the sea of ​​clouds as a ring. These physical and time-consuming poisonous rituals are all carefully designed by Mr. Long.

This is really a dragon with a strong sense of ritual.

It was already late at night when Mu Wanwan was picked up by Mr. Long, which was said to be the purest moonlight, and returned to the mansion. But before she had much rest, she was pulled by the energetic Jiu Qing to meet Aunt Yun and Uncle Zong.

Mu Wanwan saw Aunt Yun who had recovered her complexion, and her spirits improved. Before they could talk a few words with Aunt Yun, she was dragged by them to perform complicated baptisms and dress ups. This time, the dress is better than just parading. The set is much heavier.

Mu Wanwan was tossed for four or five hours before completing the ceremony.

While she was putting on makeup, Jiu Qing came in from outside and brought back a piece of news that made Mu Wanwan's heart balanced...

Maybe it’s because this is a formal wedding, and her master also came and brought a few friends. Although they couldn’t beat Mr. Long, but fortunately, the dragon was very respectful and honestly let them. It's been beaten all night, and it's not over yet.

Mu Wanwan imagined Mr. Long being obediently being trained, with a smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

Jiuqin's mouth was slightly sour, but she was quickly dissipated by joy. Today is a day of great joy, and she should be happy for Wanwan.

"Alright." Aunt Yun buttoned her clothes button made by the last sixth-order sea bead, "It's almost auspicious time."

Aunt Hua pushed open the door of the room, and his consciousness swept until the dragon had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time.

"Hurry up." Jiu Qing smiled at her and stuffed the long red satin into her hand.

Mu Wanwan squeezed the silk, and for the first time she felt that she was really going to get married. Although she had always treated Mr. Long as her husband, it seemed that something had changed from this moment on.

She smiled at the people in the room, turned around, looked at Mr. Long's not far away, and looked at his unnaturally clenched fists amusedly. The eyes of the phoenix flashed bright light from time to time, and her side jittered slightly. The red silk wafting like a restrained mood.

Mu Wanwan didn't hesitate, pinching one end of the spiritual silk, shedding spiritual energy floating around, the silk satin supported her forward, the red skirt turned up the waves, and flew into his arms for a moment when he was slightly startled. , Eliminating the need for Hua Auntie to instruct for a long time in the ceremony.

Mr. Long also forgot that he was taught to "hold her hand first, and then make a promise."

He just caught her firmly and held her tightly.

"This kid." The leader of Morteng who used illusion techniques to disguise his skin color blew his beard angrily, "Why not make a promise?"

Only when his words fell, he saw the two young people who had been holding each other suddenly light up with a dazzling golden light.

Almost instantly, the world changed color.

Jiu Qing stared blankly at the falling light of the sky, Hua Aunty smiled, Wu Jin looked in the direction of Jiu Qing, silently put down the congratulatory gift Chi Yan who was about to leave, and the surviving dragon clan still in the capital...

In the hearts of everyone, there is a long-lasting melody, like the sound of all things.

There is no specific word, but it makes everyone's heart clear...

The couple was blessed by the Dao.

After a brief silence, everyone came back to their senses, a little at a loss: Originally, according to the plan, they promised to each other under their testimony. This person would do well to swear directly to Dadao. It was ruthless.

"Fine." The leader waved his hand with a smile on his face, "This dragon shouldn't be sorry for my disciple."

While Uncle Chen looked at him a little speechlessly, it was not that there was no need to worry.

but……

What they didn't know was that Mu Wanwan also made the same oath to the delicate and sensitive dragon.

Never give up or regret, until the end of the soul.